Marked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 222

**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood 222**

Deanna’s POV:

His frigid gaze sent a jolt through my chest, causing my heart to momentarily falter.

What was happening?

If he was already entrenched in a meeting, why summon me to report?

Yet, I had no option; the Mooncrown Pack was now my client, and I was bound by duty.

As the contractor, my role was to remain quietly in the background, a mere spectator in this tense atmosphere.

Suddenly, I sensed a shift in the room; one of his subordinates must have uttered something amiss, for Luis emitted a low, chilling snort.

In that fleeting moment, the air thickened with the potent, irritated aura of an Alpha, saturating the entire space.

Even from my distant perch, I could feel the tension crackling like static electricity.

My Omega instincts screamed at me to bow my head, to shrink away into the shadows and become invisible.

It felt like an eternity before their meeting finally drew to a close.

One by one, Luis’s subordinates trickled out of the room, their expressions resembling those of pardoned prisoners, relieved to escape his presence.

After a brief pause, I gathered my courage and approached the couch where Luis reclined, seemingly oblivious to my existence.

He remained engrossed in his files, exuding that cold, detached Alpha energy that made me feel utterly insignificant.

I stood there, feeling awkward and out of place, pressing my lips together in a tight line before finally speaking in a professional tone.

“Mr. Eaton, I’m here on behalf of Mistbane Pack to provide an update on the Moonline Expansion Project for the upcoming quarter.”

Only then did Luis deign to look up, casting me a languid glance, his chin lifting slightly in a silent command for me to proceed.

But as quickly as he had acknowledged me, he dropped his gaze once more, flipping through the pages with disinterest.

The only sound that permeated the silence was the gentle rustle of paper, a stark reminder of my own insignificance.

In that moment, I felt like just another Omega in his pack, yearning for his approval, desperate to make my presence known.

If I had foreseen how this would unfold, I would have never accepted that staggering eight billion investment from him.

Now, all I craved was an escape, a chance to distance myself from this man whose very presence made my heart ache with every passing breath.

Under different circumstances, I would have savored each dish, but my pregnancy had heightened my Omega senses, making everything feel overwhelming.

All I could detect was an overpowering gaminess that churned my stomach, a stark contrast to the culinary delights before me.

Yet, I forced myself to maintain a façade of normalcy.

Luis, however, paid me no mind, savoring his meal with an elegance that seemed effortless.

Meanwhile, I stood there, feeling like a fool, caught in a web of awkwardness.

Frustrated, I finally took a seat and served myself some soup, hoping to blend into the moment.

Luis cast a glance in my direction but said nothing, continuing to eat with an air of indifference.

I took a tentative sip, and the flavor immediately turned my stomach, the nausea crashing over me like a tidal wave.

Once upon a time, I adored mushroom soup, but now, just that single taste had me covering my mouth, fighting back the urge to gag.

Looking up, I caught sight of Luis’s gaze, which had shifted from mild curiosity to an icy coldness that sent a shiver down my spine.

He remarked sarcastically, “So now you can’t even stand eating with me? Deanna, that’s impressive.”